And What Does Anyone Know About Traitors,

Would You Like A Whiskey?' I Say. 'i've Got Some.' (that's Original. I Bet Nobody's Ever Thought Of That Way Of Bridging The Gap Before.)

As It Was In The Beginning, ... Is Now, And Ever Shall Be, World Without End.

I Want More Of This Feeling - Fire And Wings.

Love Was A Terrible Thing. You Poisoned It And Stabbed At It And Knocked It Down Into The Mud - Well Down - And It Got Up And Staggered On, Bleeding And Muddy And Awful. Like - Like Rasputin.

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.